"In Eight Months' Time" Weekly - 9

     







  IT WAS THE SCHOOL CLOSING HOUR, STUDENTS SCATTERED ALL AROUND THE YARD. A TWELVE- YEAR- OLD  BLACK BOY, 5 FEET, 3 INCHES TALL, WALKED OUT OF A CROWD OF STUDENTS HEADING TOWARD THE SCHOOL GATE. HIS NAME WAS LEVY.  Note : this story is continued from "In Eight Months' Time" Weekly - 8
     "Hey! Levy! Wait! Where are you going?!" a voice called from behind.
Levy looked back; it was his friend Lawrence, an eleven-year-old flaxen boy.
     "Ain't you joining the school bus", Lawrence asked.
     "My mom said she's coming to take me somewhere", Levy replied.
     "Where could that be?"
     "I'm yet to find out".
They got to the front of the school gate.
     "Do you remember what you told me about that?" Lawrence asked pointing at a road crossing signpost.
     "About what?!" Levy asked.
     "That road crossing signpost", Lawrence replied.
     "Nope, I don't", Levy said.
     "Oh! You think I can forget?, you said: 'If anyone will stand near that signpost and cross the road, such a person will see in a dream a shadow man chasing and warning never to stand near the signpost and cross the road again. How true was that?" Lawrence asked.
     "Oh! That was long time ago. Yes, I actually dreamt about it", Levy said.
     "Did you dream about it? Or your grandpa told you?" Lawrence asked.
Levy muffled a laugh.
     "There was no truth in it. I was such a fool to have believed you".
     "Hey, did you see Victoria?" Levy asked.
     "Sure, she wasn't her usual self today", Lawrence replied.
     "I'm told her father banned her from using the Internet. He found out she had an account with this social network", Levy said.
     "What is wrong with that?" Lawrence asked putting up a cheeky face.
     "All is wrong with that! First, she's not eighteen. Second, she lied about age and name and her father does not find that funny", Levy replied.
     "C'mon! We all do that!" Lawrence said.
     "Not every parent the same", Levy replied.
     "Did you have something in mine? Hey, are you shy to tell her one on one?" Lawrence asked.
Levy sighed.
     "Look, Casey does not even have an account! I feel some how to approach her too!" Lawrence said.
     "What do we do?" Levy asked.
     "I have an idea. I was thinking about it this morning", Lawrence said.
     "You do?" Levy asked. His eyes wide opened.
     "By tomorrow, you will meet Casey, tell her that I love her, I'll like to meet her at the library", Lawrence said.
     "Oh, my God!" Levy exclaimed.
     "I'll do same for you. If They come, shyness will go away", Lawrence said.
     "Then we will give it a try", Levy replied.
A car breezed by, a forty-year-old African American woman showed her pretty face through the window. Levy walked to the car, opened the front door and hopped in. Lawrence waved his bye-bye.

JIMMY ROBERT LEANED ON THE BATHROOM WALL with bare body and white towel
tied around his waist. He was making a phone call:
     “Sarah, I said I’m sorry! Last night, I tried, I couldn't sleep. Thoughts of you were all over my head.” He listened.
     “I’m serious, my dear.” He listened.
     “You wanted to do that? Oh, baby! You are still my
super star! I want to ignite the fire again, the passion!” He listened.
     “Yes! Baby. Okay,
baby. What about launch?” He listened.
     “Yep, usual place.” He ended his call, stared at his cell phone and smiled before moving into his bedroom.

Jimmy Robert had a marked fondness for the company of women, especially those with long legs and busty figures. He had the magic touch. One unique thing about him was the fact that he
never abuses his women. And he never sees love the Michael Bolton way. He
believed that song entitled: 'When a man loves a woman', should have been sung the
other way round. A view his colleagues at Harvard Business School where he received
his MBA degree never shared but jealous him. He was castrated by some because of
that but he was making all the headlines; both black and white chicks easily fell in love with him. At the Harvard Business School, he met Liza Bubbles and cherished her above every other, although she never encouraged his love for golf. The granddaughter of former U.S president was a perfect dime.
He could sometimes fantasize her curvy body, succulent lips - her sublime beauty
held sway! But that was not to last! It soon faded away when he met Sarah at U.S open
in Torrey Pines Golf Course, South Course in California. He had one foot in for Liza
because she suddenly became- the-rich-white-chick, not the archetype of beauty
anymore and, one foot in for Sarah because she was pure. He knew how to deal with
them both without hurting anyone. Words were his biggest asset - a holy game player
he was. His only sibling had eloped with an unknown man and never returned, maybe
in the future. It did not bother him; he kept on being himself and believing in his abilities. A
certain man in the frame of Andy Todd was about to change that. It had taken him like a twitch, off his feet.

He staged in his bedroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror, searching every corner of his mind, not wanting to believe what he was about to do. In the last couple of hours, his mood had swung, making him to think this, making him to think that. He looked at his entire room; the linens, the
decoration, the standard of the room and had the sensation maybe the time had come for him to see what was on the other side!